Well crap. It’s April and I’m already feeling the hot breath of the humdrum, “same ol’, same ol'” on the back of my neck. And lately, nothing all that different or new has been around to curb my longing for late night entertainment or weekend excitement.

This seems to be especially true of concerts in the area. With the ever narrowing spectrum of venues in the Dallas area (kudos to Mayor Laura Miller for driving out clubs and welcoming in the “new age of Deep Ellum,” whatever the hell that means) and no artists of any real interest or worth venturing into Dallas currently, I’m beginning to think about making the three-hour trek to Austin more often.

Or at least so I thought until out of sheer desperation I peeked at the Ridglea Theater’s upcoming shows. Luckily with the arrival of The Blood Brothers to the Fort Worth theater this Sunday, creative thirst may now be quenched.

Hailing from the famed music scene of Seattle, The Blood Brothers have been on the forefront of the latest “totally punk!” wave of that whole challenging convention and “givin’ the finger to the man” since ’97. And while this mindset often doesn’t guarantee successful, innovative or even interesting music careers, these boys are a rare exception.

Escaping the pretentious and condescending tunes churned out by peers with similar ideals, The Blood Brothers have an undeniable knack for following the classic poster in a classroom adage of “what’s popular isn’t always right.” But what’s so very different about these guys is: they are popular. But they’ve become that way under their own terms. They made the music they wanted, stayed humble and actually became popular in the process.

This is the kind of irony that has helped The Blood Brothers create some of the most intriguing and challenging albums of the past decade. And unlike many bands who release one groundbreaking or sincerely aggressive album and then fizzle like the last track on their record fading out, The Blood Brothers have continued to keep things new and interesting.

Lead by two lead singers, with crooning and screaming that meet like a beautiful apocalyptic car crash, these boys keep surprising everyone.

After gaining their first bit of wide exposure with 2003’s raucous and unhinged art punk outing”…Burn, Piano Island, Burn,” and almost purposely shunning the spotlight with 2004’s alienating and esoteric “Crimes,” they seemed poised to either break up, or create something even more magical. Luckily for us, it was the latter.

With the release of “Young Machetes” in late 2006, The Blood Brothers have done it again. Co-produced by legendary Rites of Spring and Fugazi guitarist Guy Picciotto, “Young Machetes” finds the band reinvigorating their old style while at the same time treading new ground. Songs are the most accessible they’ve ever sounded but at the same time some of the most awkward and vaguely fierce material the Bros. have produced yet.

Highlights include the frantic and anthemic tracks like “Set Fire to the Face on Fire” and “Vital Beach” (which are so frighteningly catchy I dare you not to chant along), and the lurching and dancy hymns of “Camouflage, Camouflage” and “Spit Shine Your Black Clouds.”

So take some time out of the monotony of this last month before summer, head over to Camp Bowie Blvd. in Fort Worth and take in one of the most exciting and original live acts around. Trust me, it’s worth taking in this generation’s Fugazi live.

For more information on Sunday’s concert visit ridgleatheater.com